Mark pov
“Katia, let’s go get something to eat,” Eric yells across the garden. “I am so weak from hunger, that I cannot harvest another vegetable or fruit from this goddess forsaken patch of weeds.”
Smiling, our little Luna straightens, “oh you look like you may wither away to nothing.” She links and pokes his ribs as if he is fat instead of the muscular wolf he is. She smiles so rarely; we find ourselves looking for ways to make her smile.
In the year we have been hiding out in this little cabin on the outskirts of the Blood Meadow pack territory, Katia's healing has been slow and painful. Just recently, her wolf has been waking more often and for longer periods of time. The wolfs-bane took a toll on her body and she has not grown any taller. Her injuries healed; however, many scars ha
